First

It was not the first time that I deserved a spanking.

It was not the first time that my husband decided to take care of me. He loves me, he sets my boundaries, he expects my good behavior, and he fixes everything when I go astray.

It was not the first time that I waited for him in our living room, bent over the back of the sofa, wearing nothing but my heels, with my legs spread and my pussy on display and my bottom ready for hand, strap, paddle, belt, or anything he thinks will help me.

It was not the first time that he made me wait, and wait, and wait, thinking about how I disappointed him and resolving to be a better girl in the future.

But it was the first time I heard him open our front door, and say “Please come in.”

— Frenulum